Here is to more wishes he was here
To remove the guilt of him fleeing
He did not take with him
He should return my receipt–
But for what more use does it have
My being is not wholly mine
Just cold rotten milk waiting
Seal is broken, I cannot turn back
I believe by only his hands
To pick me right back up
Because I was not replaceable
Until he put my value down
By him, I want to be disposed of
Contemplating–
To force me out of his shelf
Welcome, temporary bliss
He only knows me if he wants a tease
Someone to simmer down the craving he feels
© VJEQ